Date: Mon, 6 Jun 2011 20:29:20 -0400 (EDT)
From: DOGG <nphillydogg@aol.com>
Subject: my son in the bar-11

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MY SON IN THE BAR-11


"Oh god..." groaned Shawn, feeling the cock hose his innards with its 4th
load of the night. I came out of the back room at that point, finding
Willie and Shawn on the pool table. My buddy Ron had just finished butt
fucking my ass, planting his seed in me for the first (but definitely not
the last) time. My spent cock (having cum while Ron fucked me) started to
fatten and harden, as I felt Ron's warm sperm starting to leak from my
seeping hole while I walked...  (how embarrassing).


"MIKE..." called someone, catching my attention as I looked around the back
of the bar. It was definitely a spectacular sight as guys stood around
rubbing their crotches or openly stroking their erect cocks. On the pool
table I could see big Willie and Shawn had just given the bar a good show,
with two other guys stroking their softening cocks on either side of
Shawn's head (I was sorry I missed it). "...you okay...?" asked Joe (the
bar's owner), rushing up to meet me with a beer in hand. "How's Ron...?"


"Ron's okay..." I said, feeling odd to be holding a casual conversation in
the back of my favorite bar completely naked. It was so surreal standing
there with no clothes on while most everyone else was fully dressed. "He's
taking a break in the back, on the cot...!" I informed.


"Tired `em out, eh Mike...?" winked Joe, good hearted. "I'll take `em a
beer...! The guy've all been eager to see ya..., why don't you go get
reacquainted...?" he offered, taking Ron the beer.


"Hey Mike..., over here...!" called Carlos (the hot dark haired Mexican
from work). I tiptoed past my son as Willie was climbing down off the pool
table on top of him. As I walked, several guys slapped my naked ass,
getting good feels of my hairy cheeks as I walked across the room to
Carlos' table.


"What's up guys...?" I asked, naively believing they may have wanted
something important about work (as I HAD left them unattended that
afternoon at a work site).


"We've been waiting here for you ever since closing, today..." said Carlos,
staring up at me with those sexy bedroom eyes. Of the four Mexicans at his
table, he was definitely the finest among them (the finest in the entire
bar, in fact). "...we were hoping to spend some time with you...!"


"I'm not exactly sure HOW this whole thing works, fellas..." I said,
looking about the room, wondering if Joe had them set in any particular
sort of numeric order...?


"Are we supposed to just fuck you out here in the open like they did your
son Shawn..." asked Carlos, sounding like he might want some privacy,
"...or is there someplace we can go...?"


"I'm...I'm not sure..." I said, unsure what Joe had planned.
	Tyrone (sitting at the next table) slapped me hard on the ass,
leaving a giant red handprint...


"Don't go getting shy now, Mike..." he said, sitting with 3 his other
trucker friends. "...if Shawn can fuck out in the open, I don't see why his
DAD can't...!"


"Okay..." I said, taking Tyrone's words at face value.
	Carlos grabbed my wrist, then pulled me down to my knees by his
table. Pushing back with his seat, he pulled his bottom half from under the
table to reveal the hard-on he had been nursing while watching Shawn get
banged on the pool table. It was a beautiful 7" uncut cock, olive skinned
(like himself), sticking straight up from a cluster of soft black pubic
curls that matched the thick wavy hair on his head. I didn't even have to
be told what to do. I simply maneuvered myself on my knees between his
spread hairy legs, and took his cockhead between my lips and started
sucking.


"Oh yeah, Mike..." he exhaled in a low soft moan, sounding like he had been
anticipating this all day. I immediately realized (despite still being in
his work clothes) that Carlos' cock was as clean as a whistle. Taking his
cock into my mouth, I could definitely taste his clean soapy freshness,
leaving me to wonder if he and his friends had washed up at the job site?
We were doing a renovation, and despite there being a lot of unfinished
work that needed to be done, the shower had been installed and was in
perfect working order.
	I had never seen an uncut cock close up before (let alone sucked
one), so I was curiously to see what would happen if I ran my tongue
underneath the foreskin around the cockhead? "Oh fuck, man...!" thrilled
Carlos, shivering as if someone had just run an ice cube down his spine. I
did it again just to see if it was a fluke or not, and sure enough his
entire body quivered and shook as if on command. I felt his fingers latch
onto my hair as he pulled my head lower in his lap, making me go deeper on
his cock. I felt his dick sink into my mouth as I started to suction,
tightening my lips as I ran my tongue along the underbelly.


	I heard the guys starting to talk Spanish at the table around me,
probably asking Carlos if I was a good cocksucker or not? Carlos responded
in Spanish, his voice sounding heavy and huskier than normal. His breathing
had deepened as he helped guide my head up and down in his lap, directing
how fast or slow he wanted me to suck. That's when I felt someone's hand
rubbing my ass. At first it was just the cheeks (squeezing and
manhandling), then the fingers started to venture down my ass crack,
feeling for my moist hole. "Le da el culo mojado..." said one of the guys,
shoving his middle finger up my ass. I could feel him push in up to the
third knuckle, wiggling it around inside me before pulling out and holding
it up to his nose... "...huele a semen...! Creo que el se la follan por
Ron!" <see TRANSLATION at bottom of page>. The guys at the table all
laughed simultaneously, probably making some sick joke out my situation.
	I continued sucking Carlos when the finger(s) returned. This time
two slipped up my cum wet ass, spreading my recently fucked hole. I felt
someone get on their knees behind me, then felt the fingers disappear as a
hard cock immediately took its place, the fat round head starting to make
its way inside me.


"UHHMMMPPHH..." I grunted around Carlos' cock. The man behind me gripped me
by the waist as he pressed his groin into my ass cheeks. I was immediately
able to discern that the cock inside me wasn't Peppi's, as it felt normal
sized at about 7.5 to 8 inches. Peppi's cock was well over 12 or 13
inches. I could only guess that the guy now fucking me was either Luis or
Alejandro (Carlos' coworkers).


	While I was getting fucked by my crew, my son Shawn was still on
the pool table in back, getting gangbanged by a few of the bar's regulars
that either heard about last night's fuckfest, or didn't get a chance to
participate. One by one they lined up to experience Shawn's legendary ass,
shoving their hard cocks inside and ass fucking him as his buttock hang off
the end of the table.
	While a line was beginning to form at Shawn's ass, several other
guys started to climb aboard the table. One guy pulled his pants down to
his ankles and lowered his bare ass onto Shawn's upturned face. Shawn
tongued the man's musky asshole, sucking his hot manhole and cleaning away
whatever deposits were left behind by his daily grind. After getting his
asshole eater, he lifted up and sprayed his cum load into Shawn's open
mouth, shooting ribbons of cum across his cheeks, lips, and tongue. Shawn
ate the load as quickly as possible, before another cock could take its
place. Another guy did (of course), turning Shawn's head to the right of
him before shoving his cock between Shawn's cum stained lips. The man
fucked Shawn's face while Shawn got butt fucked by the 5th... or was the
6th cock of the night? Shawn had no idea as he simply lay near the edge of
the pool table and allowed the men to take turns. As soon as one cock
thickened and burst its cream in his rectum, another cock was there to take
its place, ramming straight through his hole and fucking him where the last
guy left off.


	I could feel the guy fucking me starting to speed up his fuck
thrusts as he started to get closer to coming. I still wasn't sure of the
guy fucking me was Luis or Alejandro, but his cock felt some kind of
wonderful sliding through me. I could tell by the ultra glide of his shaft
that he (like Carlos) had a heavy foreskin. His cock shot in and out of me
like a bullet, pumping deep and precise as it rammed well into my gut,
getting soaked by the cum load Ron had shot into me earlier. "Oh mierda...,
me voy viene...!" shouted the ass fucker in Spanish, before shoving his
cock all the way in to the root. I felt his rough construction worker hands
tightening on my waist as his cock started to pulsate inside
me. "AARRRHHHH...!!" he growled as his cum started shooting off, filling my
anal gut with his Spanish load. I couldn't feel the cum shooting into me
like I did with Ron...(chap-9), I guess because the sex with Ron had been
so intimate and personal. I was somewhat disappointed that I couldn't feel
the actual spurts, but I could definitely feel a wet warmth spreading out
inside my body where his cum puddle.
	Carlos continued to guide my head up and down. I felt his cock jump
and lurch in my mouth a few times while I was getting fucked, but he
managed to hold back his load. After the ass fucker finished coming, he
withdrew, leaving my ass available. Carlos pulled me up off of his cock
(before anyone else could take up residence at my ass), then forced me to
straddle his legs, facing him. I was able to look back behind me and see
the guy that had fucked me was indeed Luis: (a short, stubby Mexican with a
mustache/goatee, and long stringy ponytail).
	Carlos and my eyes met as Carlos aligned his cock to my asshole,
then guided me down onto it.


"Oooohh..." he moaned erotically as my anal walls sank down around him,
swallowing his 7" uncut cock whole. I must admit it felt wonderful feeling
his cock enter me as I rested my ass cheeks in his lap and squeezed his
cock root with my anal muscles. "Your ass feels great, Mike...!" he said,
looking up at me with those sexy Spanish eyes. I could just see Carlos with
a slew of women banging down his door, begging him to be the father of
their unborn children.
	I started moving my hips (rotating at first), churning his cock
around in my gut before riding up and down. Anyone watching could easily
see Carlos' olive cock sliding in and out of my pale white ass, my cheeks
parted around his solid shaft as my anus slid up and down the spit/cum
slick surface.
	Carlos used his hands to rub all over my body, feeling my back,
sides, legs, thighs, and ass. He would cup my ass cheeks while I rode him,
helping to lift and lower me as he began to thrust his cock up into me. He
was definitely a good lover, I could feel my own cock rising hard between
us, rubbing against his shirt. I unbuttoned his shirt so I wouldn't ruin it
with stains if I came. I wasn't sure if I'd be able to hold off coming
before he did?


	From around the bar I could hear everybody talking. Some were
holding normal conversations, as if there wasn't a huge orgy happening
right in front of their faces. But most were watching the festivities,
making lewd comments about my son and I, saying what they would like to do
to us if they could get us alone. The table behind me was very verbal. It
was the table belonging to the black truck drivers, and all their comments
were about fucking Shawn's and my white asses, and coming all over our pale
faces. I have to admit I was scared AND excited to service them. I wasn't
sure I could handle it, but I didn't seem to be doing a bad job so far.


"Over here next...!" called Tyrone at Big Willie's table, letting me know
their table was next to be served. Other guys also called for table
service, calling out numbers as if waiting at the deli counter.
	Getting back to Carlos, I lifted his shirt to keep from getting any
cum stains on it, but I wasn't prepared for how utterly sleek and sexy his
torso was. He could have been taken right out of a male model magazine, or
a pinup poster. While his arms and legs were hairy, his flat muscled
stomach and abs weren't. His chest had a covering of soft smooth black baby
hair, which felt just like silk to the touch. I could barely keep my hands
off his chest as I rode his cock, bouncing my ass up and down in his lap
from tip to base, using my anal muscles to milk his shaft.


"I'm getting close, Mike..." warned Carlos, his head nodding back with
pleasure as his eyes fluttered shut. I was using my waist to pump my hips
back and forth, fucking my ass along his cock. Carlos ran his hands up and
down my back and sides, thrusting his pelvis up to meet me. I could feel
his cock starting to throb as we fucked. My own dick lay unattended against
his stomach, rubbing pre-cum against his abs. Carlos started to breath
harder, his fingers pulling at me more insistently the closer he got to
losing his load.


"Give it to me, Carlos..." I said urging him on, hoping it might trigger
his orgasm quicker.


"You want it, Mike...?" he asked, looking up at me as I slammed my ass
repeatedly in his lap.


"Yeah..., I want it...!" I told him honestly, wanting to feel him shoot
inside me. "Give it to me, man...! Fuck a load in me!"


"You got it, Mike...!" he said, just before tossing his head back. I felt
Carlos thrust up into me one last time as he gripped me by the shoulders
(underhand), pulling me down onto his hard-on. I gasped as his cock speared
me balls deep, then started to pulsate and throb inside me. "Here it
comes..." he warned, holding me tighter (as if I might
escape). "...AAAAARRRRRHHHH...!!" he yelled, alerting the entire bar that
he was filling my ass with his Mexican sperm. I was grinding my ass down in
his lap (making sure I got every drop) when my cock suddenly started
spurting cum against his stomach. Carlos and I looked down between us to
see my dick (which had been rubbing against his smooth belly) fountain cum
straight up over his stomach, the warm white streaks running down over his
abs and ribs as we both came.
	Afterwards Carlos helped lift me up off of his cock, then pushed me
back down between his legs and ordered me to "lick the cum off my
stomach". I did as he requested (seeing how I made the mess), as I leaned
forward and started licking the cum streaks up. It was kind of weird eating
my own load, but I knew I had no choice. While I was down there I decided
to clean up Carlos' cock as well, taking the softened meat into my mouth
and sucking off whatever cum residue (from my ass) was left behind. Carlos
was grateful as he ran his fingers (appreciatively) through my hair. We
smiled at each other politely for a moment as I rose to my feet. Alejandro
and Peppi had decided to get in line to fuck Shawn, so that freed me up to
head over to the trucker's table. The black guys were quite rowdy,
catcalling with lewd suggestions of what I was in store for...


"Park it right HERE, Mike...!" said Tyrone, stroking his 12 black python
openly.


"You HAD your turn with the kid..." argued one of the other truckers (a 6',
195lbs chubby black man with a thick mustache), obviously tired of holding
his own load. "...let someone else have a shot!"


"Alright man, damn...! Put yur thing down!" offered Tyrone, backing down.
	The new black guy pushed back his chair, stood up, then shoved his
dusty dirty jeans down around his ankles and retook his seat.


"Come sit down right here...!" he offered, stroking a long thin 9" cock. I
walked over to him (my soft white cock dangling between my legs and
dripping spent semen), straddled his thighs, then rubbing his cockhead back
and forth along my cum moist ass crack before sitting down on it. "Oh
shit...!" gasped the guy as my asshole sank all the way down on him in one
slow slick motion.
	His cock was a lot thinner than most of the other, so getting it in
wasn't a problem. I quickly settled down in his lap, then started squeezing
his cock base and shaft with my ass muscles before lifting up and riding
him. "Damn..., this bitch's got skills...!" he thrilled, surprised by my
talent.


"That's Mike Harris..." introduced Tyrone. "...up until yesterday he was
one of the roughest honkytonks to walk the bar..., now he's as big a cum
slut as his cum guzzling son/daughter over there!"


"I don't give a shit WHO he was before today..." said the black guy I was
riding, "...so long as he rides my dick and takes my loads, he kewl with
me!" he laughed up at me. "I'm Lewis Dicks by the way..." he said, shaking
my hand (oddly enough), "...and I plan on being a regular at this here bar
from now on if yall be having fuckfests like this shit here!"


"We do..." I told him, "...though it's usually women strapped to the pool
table..."


"Guy...girl..., I don't really care which one my dick goes in..., so long
as they healthy!" laughed Lewis, good natured. His dick was long enough,
but I had to keep my anal ring tightened just to give him a good fuck. I
could feel excess cum starting to dribble back out of my ass as it
slithered down his slick cock shaft, mingling in his balls.


"Looks like we got a leaker here...!" shouted the other new black face (the
one that creamed all over Shawn's face earlier on the pool table), shoving
his fingers up my ass alongside Lewis' thin cock. His name turned out to be
Gene (with the 8" cock). Gene pulled out his dick, then got in close
position behind me, between Lewis' legs...


"Hey..., whatcha doing back there, Gene...?" asked Lew, looking over my
shoulder.


"Don't see why we both can't share this pussy...?" said Gene, pushing his
cockhead up against my already occupied anus.


"No, wait fellas..., I just started getting fucked yesterday...!" I
protested, fearing the pain two black cocks could do to me.


"First time for everything, buddy!" said Gene, forcing his cockhead up my
asshole. I could feel my anal ring stretch to accommodate his head as it
squeezed in under Lewis' shaft.


"AARRRHHHGGGGG...!!" I screamed, feeling the two cocks stretch me wide. I
struggled to stand up and dislodge, but they held me down, keeping me still
as they stuffed me full of black meat.


"Shit he's tight...!" declared Gene, pressing in up to his pubes as he
leaned in over my back. With my chest pressed against Lewis', I was
official an Oreo cookie (packed with double stuff).
	I was seeing stars as my head rested against Lewis' shoulder. Gene
was couched behind me, pulling and pushing his dick in and out of my ass
while Lewis humped up and down. Their dicks moving through me in different
direction, one pulling back while the other pushed in. The sensation was
weird, I couldn't tell if I was coming or going. It felt like a tug-of-war
happening (literally) inside my body. I couldn't move...I couldn't talk...,
all I could do was lie there against Lewis and whimper, realizing that
despite all the sex I've had with guys in the past 24 hours, I was still a
novice when compared to my son.


	By now 3 or 4 more men had cum inside Shawn's ass and fucked his
face on the pool table. Alejandro was next in line after the last man
pulled out. He tossed his Black N Mild cigarette butt to the floor, stomped
it, unzipped his pants and climbed up onto the table where Shawn lay, then
speared him on his long hard 10.5" uncut cock. Shawn groaned gleefully as
the Mexican cock speared him deep, slicing straight through his cum
buttered anus with ease.
	Shawn couldn't see who was fucking him because his head was now
hanging off the opposite end of the table, his face currently being fucked
by my buddy Ron.
	Ron had come out of the back room ready for some more fun. He
spotted me at the black table riding one of the truckers, then noticed
Shawn's mouth was free while he was getting boned by the last dude. As soon
as the guy finished coming, Ron yanked Shawn across the table, then hung
his head off the edge and presented his thick cock for sucking. Shawn saw
the thick white morsel hovering just inches away from his lips, and
stretched his mouth open like a baby bird searching for a worm. Ron pressed
his cock into Shawn's mouth and throat, stretching his neck muscles out of
shape as his cock fit straight into his throat.
	Now Shawn was once again getting fucked front and back, his mouth
and asshole full of hard erect men. With Shawn's head hanging off the table
backwards, Ron had a straight path through his mouth and throat, aligning
the passage so his cock could dart in and out unrestricted. Alejandro held
Shawn's pale legs open around his biceps, as he hovered over my son's body
in missionary mode, sliding his thick cock in and out of his ass while
watching Ron have way at his throat.


	Shawn was in heaven, getting fucked by a bar full of drinking/drunk
adults was obviously something he had dreamed of doing for quite some
time. He was used to getting gangbanged by teenagers, high school jocks
with cocks bigger than their IQ's. Getting dicked down by grown men was
something he hadn't had since he was a kid, when he was molested and fucked
regularly by my ex-wife's ex-boyfriend.
	Shawn told me the whole sorted history while I was bringing him
home from the bar that first night. And while I was disturbed (because it
had happened to MY son), I was also so turned on that I had to fuck him
right then and there (chap-6). Since then I've come to learn that Shawn is
a sexual being, one meant to be used and abused by men to be happy. He had
to have inherited that trait from somewhere, and I had always figured it
was from his mother, until it became painfully obvious (while I was being
butt fucked up the ass in the closet of my son's bedroom) that the trait
was from ME. I'd never known of my insatiable need to please until that
happened (chap-8).


	Ron balanced his body with his arms on the edge of the pool table,
using his upper body and shoulders as leverage while pumping his hips back
and forth to fuck Shawn's upside down hanging head. He thrust back and
forth, driving his dick in and out of Shawn's active throat, stretching the
pink pouty lips as his thick 10" dick fucked well through Shawn's mouth and
throat.
	Ron watched his own dick fucking Shawn's face, his neck ballooning
out obscenely every time his big dick passed through his
throat. Occasionally Ron would press his cock all the way in, holding his
groin plastered against Shawn's face while his low hanging heavy balls
dragged over his eyes and nose. With his cock well lodged in Shawn's
throat, he held his position and count 30 seconds, cutting off Shawn's
breathing for half a minute. As Shawn's face began to turn scarlet red, Ron
would pull back, allowing him to gasp for breath. If he pulled all the way
out, spittle would drool from the edges of his wet cock and drip down the
sides of Shawn's face. Once Ron started to pick up the pace of his thrusts,
we could hear Shawn's wet gargling gasps near the front of the
bar. Everyone knew Shawn was getting the throat fucking of his life.
	Simultaneously while Ron was throat fucking Shawn's face, Alejandro
was deep dicking him in the ass. With Shawn's naked legs hoisted up about
Alejandro's biceps, Alejandro was able to thrust in and out of his
vulnerable ass in pushup position, slamming his hairy Mexican pelvic bone
with every thrust. While gargling around Ron's cock, Shawn was also
grunting from Alejandro's deep fuck thrusts. Both men sliced through
Shawn's wet dripping orifices with long penetrating strokes, spearing him
deeply from both ends, plowing his young teenage body with the strength and
force meant for thicker, stronger, more mature men.


	For more than 20 minutes Shawn suffered the exquisite torture
between the two men. Alejandro was the first to show signs of weakening, as
he sped up his fuck thrusts and began pounding Shawn nearly off the
table. Ron had to cup Shawn's dangling head like a basketball to keep him
from toppling over the edge (Ron never once stopped fucking though, as he
continued to ram his thick hard cock in and out of Shawn's gasping throat).
	The people watching from the bar's seated area had full view of
Alejandro's big horse 10+ inch cock ramming in and out of my son's cum
dripping anus. The brownish/olive colored cock sped in and out of Shawn's
spread pale ass, his stretched reddened anal ring moving back and forth
along the plunging shaft as it sped in and out of him at high speeds. More
cum from the previous sperm donors leaked from his oozing innards with
every inward stroke Al made. Everyone could tell he was going to blow his
load when his ass cheeks suddenly hollowed inward, his hips holding his
10.5" cock bone deep in Shawn's over packed guts. For a second nothing
happened as he lay there buried in Shawn's ass. Then all of a sudden he
began to wail as the first of many spurts started gushing from his body,
shooting out into Shawn's sperm clogged bowels in rapid succession.
	Alejandro ground his hips into Shawn's ass as his cock and balls
drained their load. Shawn happily accepted the cum gift, even as his mouth
and throat was still being fucked by my buddy Ron. With Alejandro now out
of the way, Ron lifted one of his hairy legs onto the pool table to
straddle Shawn's hanging head, then leaned over him and started face
fucking the shit out of him. Shawn squirmed about on the table as he sought
a comfortable angle in which to accept Ron's powerful fuck. Turning
sideways he found it, and merely held his mouth and throat open for my big
buddy to ram at his convenience. Alejandro climbed down off the pool table
while Ron face fucked Shawn for the next 5 minutes, hammering his drooling
mouth with every inch of his solid manhood. Eventually Shawn got the better
of him too, after Ron gripped his head and rammed his cock all the way down
the back of Shawn's throat and unloaded his second load of the night. Shawn
could feel each propelled spurt, as wad after wad of Ron's thick ball juice
spat down his throat and into his stomach with machine gun force. Ron
groaned openly as he slowly pulled his mammoth cock free. Shawn licked and
sucked the head, cleaning the tip of any remnants of orgasm. When Ron
finally dropped his cock and Shawn's head, then started to back away from
the table, Peppi climbed aboard, roughly pulling Shawn back into the center
as he fisted his fat 13" cock and prepared for fucking. Shawn's eyes
widened in disbelief and slight fear, unsure how much pain the amazing
oversized Mexican cock would cause once it was forced up his leaking
rectum...?


	Meanwhile I was still undergoing my very first double penetration
in the seating area, by the hands of Lewis and Gene (of the Fernway
Trucking Company). Straddling Lewis in his seat, Gene crouched in behind
me, where he had proceeded to shove his thick 8" black cock up my ass. The
pain was immense, but already starting to dissipate as the men stroked
through me. My body eventually became accustomed to the size of both cocks
stretching my anal ring, the tightly stretched seal choking and massaging
both cocks as they slipped through me. Lewis and Gene could feel each
other's cocks rubbing against each other obscenely while huddled close
together inside my body, both coated with the slimy slick sperm left behind
by Ron, Carlos AND Luis.
	Gene was doing most of the work as he was in the best position to
fuck. He basically held onto my waist while he thrust, pulling me back and
forth on his and Lewis' deeply embedded rods. I (for the most part) just
lay there, accepting my fate as the two men played war, essentially using
my asshole and innards as their battleground.
	Lewis was the first to shoot, as Gene's thrusting cock (coupled
with my choking anal ring) rubbed back and forth against his cock's
underbelly while lodged in my ass. Lewis squeezed his eyes shut as he tried
to drown out the feelings my ass and his buddy's cock was causing him,
hoping to prolong his fun. When that didn't work he simply allowed nature
to take its course, and creamed my aching innards with its 4th load of the
evening. Lewis displayed his climax by groaning out loud, letting everyone
know he was creaming my anal track.


"AWWW fuck...! Here it comes! I'm about to bust this nut...! I'm about to
bust..., I'm about to...AAAAARRRRHHHHHHHHH..., FUCK YEAH! TAKE THAT NUT UP
YUR WHITE ASS, MAN! TAKE IT! OOOOHHHH YEAH, I'M COMIN' IN YOU! AWE FUCK!
YOU FEEL IT...? YOU FEEL THAT NUT SHOOTING INSIDE...? AWWWW DAMN..., IT'S A
BIG ONE...!"
	By now the bar had started to burst into spontaneous applause
whenever Shawn and I made someone cum, so while Lewis was coming, people
were clapping their hands in group cheer. This left Gene, who was still
crouching behind me, fucking. With Lewis' cock dying a fast death, his dick
began to soften and slip out of me, allowing Gene sole resident in my
asshole. But Lewis was still caught prisoner as I continued to lay against
him, our bodies pressed and connected as one as Gene continued to hold my
waist and fuck me from behind, picking up speed and strength as the last
man standing.
	For the next 5 minutes or so he fucked me hard and fast, slapping
his pelvic bone into my ass forcibly. Each deep inward stroke was like a
stab in the gut. I could hear his breathing becoming hastened, his grip
tightening as his fuck thrusts continued to increase. Then after a brief
but rough 5 minute onslaught, Gene shoved all the way up inside me
(planting his 8" cock balls deep) and came.


"UUUWWWWHHHH FUCK...!!" he cried, shooting off a geyser of thick hot creamy
sperm in my warm accepting gut. I milked his cock with my anal muscles,
making sure I got every drop. I could feel Gene's cock jumping and jerking
inside me, coming to a slow death as it suddenly (slowly) pulled out.
	That's when I felt someone grab my arm, pulling me up from Lewis'
lap...


"You ought'a be nice and stretched back there by now..." said big Willie,
pushing me back against the trucker's table. The guys all cleared their
beers and ashtrays away, as Willie positioned me on my back, lifting my
hairy legs to expose my well fucked ass to his black beer-can thick
cock. "...I've fucked yur whore son already..., now it's time to see how
well his daddy fair against him...! WHO has the better ass..., father or
son...?!" he questioned, making many in the bar begin to take bets...



Continued...


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<SPANISH TRANSLATION: "His ass is wet..., smells like cum! I think he just
got fucked in back by Ron!" END TRANSLATION>